This book is a continuation of the first book 'Rise of the New Moon'...
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Marcos Rivera is the Alpha of the New Moon Pack. When his former pack was almost wiped out by a surprised rogue attack orchestrated by his uncle, he de...
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AN: Double update, I hope you like it
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Luis, a cunning and powerful figure, stood at the center of the chaos, his eyes cold and calculating. His face was a mask of arrogance as he surveyed the battlefield, a testament to his years of experience in the art of war.
"You think you can defeat me?" he taunted, his voice a low growl that resonated with dark confidence.
Marcos let out a roar of rage, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. His jaw clenched, and his muscles tensed as he prepared to unleash his fury.
"You will pay for what you did to our family," he snarled, his voice filled with righteous anger. His face twisted with rage, and his teeth were bared in a vicious snarl.
"NOW!" Marcos screamed, and his voice thundered through the pack link as he and Aiyden shifted back into their wolves. The transformation was swift and brutal, their bones snapping and reshaping as fur sprouted from their skin.
The pack, led by their Alpha, stood tall and fierce, their eyes glowing ominously in the darkness. Their bodies were taut with anticipation, every muscle ready to spring into action, and their ears were pinned back, listening for the first sign of the impending battle.
Across the field, the rogues snarled, their fangs bared and gleaming under the moonlight. Their hackles were raised, and their eyes were filled with fear and defiance.
Onix's eyes blazed with fury as he charged into the fray. His powerful muscles rippled beneath his fur as he tore through rogue wolves. Each swipe of his claws left deep gashes in his enemies, and his fangs sank into their flesh with deadly precision.
Onix moved with the grace and power of a true Alpha, and his every motion was a testament to his strength and determination. As he fought, memories of his parents' deaths fueled his rage, driving him to fight harder and faster. He was a whirlwind of destruction, leaving a trail of fallen enemies in his wake.
The night was alive with the sounds of battle, the clash of fangs and claws echoing through the forest.
Rolf went after Luis's sidekick, Hector's wolf Airam, and fought with a ferocity that matched his brother's. His movements were swift and calculated, his claws and fangs striking with deadly accuracy at rogues who step in his way.
Rolf and Sol moved in perfect harmony, and their bond as mates gave them an edge in the battle. Rolf's and Sol's eyes burned with determination as they tore through the rogue wolves, their hearts filled with a desire for vengeance.
Rolf fought with the strength of a Beta, and Sol with the strength of a Guardian Omega. Their every move was a testament to his loyalty and love for their pack. No enemy could stand against them as they carved a path through the battlefield.
